Your savior came from an unexpected source. Sparing you for at least a handful of furious heartbeats before you were forced to bend over for the Minotaur.
“Who said you were done?” The timber of the voice lowered in pitch, turning from the nasal and broken voice of a teen man to something smokey, seductive, and feminine while they were speaking. Hooves rasped against the floor in a telltale halt of a wounded animal. White furred legs that were bent at knee was the first thing you saw emerging out of the pen that Samuel had thrown his victim into. It was painful to see the unnatural expression painting Teo’s face, they were still so much themselves that you nearly felt relieved when a goat-like muzzle tore out. “A baaahaa-ad girl needs to punished.”
The bestial Samuel’s cock throbbed and shook, the pastor eager to continue his sermon on the sins of pre-marital sex. With the bovine’s gaze slipping away from you, there was space to breath and fill your aching lungs. Teo and you only had spent a few hours together setting up the stage. No way would’ve you been able to keep track of all the cords or adjust the mixer board on the fly without him there.
This was the perfect opportunity to escape. Going back the way you came and hope they couldn’t follow through the narrower corridors. But, like the Minotaur, you were mesmerized with the transformation.
Her leg was already healing, adjusting to a new and swinging gait as her hips and thighs expanded into more feminine proportion. Everything was growing. She was not becoming the broad-shouldered and barrel-chested hulking mountain of muscles as Samuel was. Yet despite standing several heads shorter than him, the goat woman cut an intimidating and inhuman figure. The height made her athletic build seem far more predatory. Her hands roamed in full appreciation of her increasing and rippling strength. Black hooves capped off the finger tips that then migrated to her blossoming chest and shrinking male genitalia.
No fur covered the expanse between her crotch and collarbone, letting you see exactly was happening to Teo. In sympathy, your fingers gripped your penis through the fabric. Your saw her fingers searching then dive into the slit opening underneath her cock-turned-clit. Every pistoning movement of her digits caused a clear liquid squirt from her sex. The potent pheromones spread by the anthros’s fluids, coming from her pussy and Samuels leaking equine manhood, was an almost visible miasma that filled your nostrils and mind. Your cock was hard, twitching, and causing your hips to spasms in false thrusts while the cum built up in the base.
The expected release never came with the flowing effluence that spilled out of your urethra and staining your outfit. All it left was a stickiness that coated your genitalia and spread by your moving fingers. Still hard and aching to spill more of its seed.
“Idle hands are the devil’s playthings.” Samuel’s voice rumbled through your core when he spoke and turned toward the goat woman. Her eyes were closed, attention focused on her masturbation and the sensations of the curved and ridged horns emerging from her forehead. Too occupied to notice the former youth pastor taking her wrist and twisting her arm so she was forced to bend over. The other hand gripped a half-opened stall door. The metal bar crunching beneath her grip, though that was barely audible over her ecstatic moaning when the Minotaur’s massive cock slapped then pressed itself between her cheeks.
It was hard to grasp the speed at which the brutish creature then returned to violently fuck the anthro’s ass like when you first entered. But unlike that time there was no hesitation and the goat woman, Teo, was as eager as him to see Samuel lodge that flared monstrosity as deep into her anal passage as he could. Neither of the mating beasts made any sound approaching that of a human, reduced to animalistic grunting. Escalating the intensity, Samuel took hold of Teo’s flanks and used them as support for his rutting lunges.
Lifting her while still thrusting into her with the gentleness of abused toy, he spread apart his bouncing cocksleeves’s legs in a wanton display. A display meant for you, you realized with a sinking horror and a far too loud voice whispering to you to give in. The goat woman’s hooved fingers reached down to open up her sex, inviting you to claim her virginity and join them.
“Either put your disgusting human twig in me or run, Chris. I’d like to work up an appetite before I eat you raw after my mate fills my stomach with his cum.” Had this been a story, this would what sliver remained of Teo giving you a chance to escape before she succumbed to her instinct. But this was real. Her eyes were sparkling at the thought of chasing you down. To play with her food like a cat would with a caught mouse.
Samuel patience had run its course, after pausing while Teo spoke the Minotaur resumed his thrusting.